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Very expensive Mercedes convertible.  This is an iconic late 50's early 60's 190 SL, I think. 


Looks like a nice collector World War II workhorse truck. 

There's not much left of this 1965 Chevy.



This is a '65 Dodge Coronet 440. Looks like it wouldn't take too much to get it going again. It's parked at a service station, and its tires are still up. Looks like it hasn't been moved in a while.



I'm not sure what the greenish car is, but it has a Camaro-like front end. The blue car is a '67 Pontiac, probably a Bonneville or Gran Prix.




Well, you don't see this very often, anywhere, outside the the Clifton Club in Bristol England. These two vintage Roll-Royces are parked outside a non-descript building about two blocks from the Tropicana.



                                     A 68 or 69 Mercury Cougar ragtop.


This is for Rick McCutcheon, BFE's resident maker of fire engines. This old firetruck is rotting away in the harsh Florida sun, its door open and looks to be an old trainer for the Fire Academy.


My mother used to tell us how sad she always felt with abandoned house. She liked to think of the families that grew up in them, Christmas's sharing love and gifts, of celebrations and family sadness. I am also saddened by old cast-off cars. They served their purpose of imbuing us with freedom, and, like houses also had their moments of happiness, celebrations, and family trials.







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